| I have chosen, |
| I have chosen |
| To become the love I’m longing. |
| Love was never something beyond me, |
| Underneath me, or above me, |
| And I will, I must, and so I will |
| Dwell beneath the desert still, |
| For there’s no safety to be acquired |
| Riding streetcars named desire. |
| |
| If I were dying, if I were dying, |
| What would I want, |
| what would I want with me? |
| If I were dying, |
| If I were dying, |
| Who would I want, |
| who would I want to see? |
| And I will, I must, and so I will |
| Dwell beneath the desert still, |
| For there’s no safety to be acquired |
| Riding streetcars named desire. |
| |
| When I was married, |
| When I was married, |
| I’d ask my husband to lay his body over me, |
| And to tell me, and to tell me |
| Just how safe he’d keep me, |
| And I will, I must, and so I will |
| Dwell beneath the desert still |
| For there’s no safety to be acquired |
| Riding streetcars named desire. |
